Smack!
Shen Yeqing slapped his own face viciously.
"Old man, old man, what are you doing?" Mother Shen hurried over to stop him.
"What am I doing? I'm losing face, that's what! I'm too ashamed to meet anyone. I, Shen Yeqing, may not have claimed to be a good man all my life, but I've always been diligent and conscientious, and nobody could find fault in me. Now, in my old age, this scourge besmirches me, slinging filth and excrement on me. How can I still have the face to meet people?" Shen Yeqing, grinding his teeth, glared at Shen Yunxiu, who was lying on the kang weeping and wailing without getting up, and slapped himself again.
"My goodness, stop talking about face for now, and let's think about what to do about Yunxiu?" Mother Shen held back one hand while trying to control the other, looking utterly flustered.
